My Love The Wind – A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My love my love the wind
All things you spoke of
A winter song entwined
From breezing ways above
Between the deep crevices
I heard your murmur sing
In outlined clusters disguises
That something new will bring

A song that echoes a kiss
From deep within the moss
Stone by stone reminisce
Of what this day will emboss
What has passed your name?
In things of existence tide
And never turned the same
To convene a different side

My love my love the wind
That half opens the skies
At times with chance twinned
When you all things chastise
You have touched with blows
And hugged the rain squalls
Made ways for summer rose
For nothing is your equals